Eyes Wide Open

She lays on the floor && dreams with her eyes wide open because with them closed she can see her past && all the things he did to make her laugh. && she refuses to blink, she refuses to think of what they coulda had, she prefers to reminisce on the shit he did that would make her mad.  But it's far from easy. && these new niggas running her lines like "baby believe me" her vision is disoriented, they all seem so cheesy. They fake like they're interested but disappear weekly.  && she not really for the games, && they're really all the same, she not tryna hear these lames, she just tryna escape the pain. Find something realer than anything she's ever had before, something that'll make her bolt her past behind a steel door. && she swore to love that she was ready years ago, love looked at her with a slight smirk && laughed like "what the Fuck do you know?" So she lies there, eyes focused on the ceiling, forcing herself to be stronger than her feelings. She's not a damsel in distress but gah damn she needs some healing.

Until Fingers Meet Keys: